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New Prompt: Write a story or poem with the following items: a trapdoor, a convention, and a broken cell phone. THOUGHTS INSPIRED BY YOUR TRAPDOOR I know this was your chil'dhood room --it's now part of your very soul! And when I try to clean it up, I really want to throw your artifacts away, but I am halted, staring at your trapdoor! You made it, to escape nightly, 'cause you were so deadly bored! You fled to purchase your new books; most kids' "trips" were diff'erent; the only ones that you took, rightly, were the ones that used your mind!! And, now I've just happened upon an old item that was mine; even now that we are all "grown," you frugally insist upon using my broken, cell phone!! I killed it way back in Memphis; tried to flush it down the pot; you then ordered new parts for it, no matter how hard I fought to buy a NEW phone from THIS decade, it really was common sense! to have newly-made equipment --we'd not look SO very dense when we pulled out our tacky old phones for our convention's vigilance!
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